As the hours pass, the new year approaches. And I am sitting here, doing the work of my day job – the dirty business of Guidance directing, uploading transcripts and writing recommendations.  It doesn’t get any more boring. And on such a special night… I have this nagging sense that I should be experiencing some flutter of excitement or a sense of dread, but I feel neither.  Like Barry Manilow says, “It’s just another New Year’s Eve…”.

So as I prepare to go off to a New Year’s Eve party, a small gathering of close friends with a plan of playing board games, overeating, and killing time until the BIG moment, I struggle with the simplest decision – should I change my outfit, or is what I am wearing New Year’s Eve worthy? No sequins, no gold or silver accents – just a little cotton floral dress, very everyday and dull. But then again, as Barry says, it’s just a “night like all the rest.”

The moment will come and go, and nothing will truly have changed except a number, But then again, numbers change every second. So as the 7 turns to an 8 and the year becomes 2018, not much will truly change. And that’s ok because in Barry I trust – “when we’re through this New Year, you’ll see, will be just fine”.

Happy New Year Everybody!